The Wise one says…

But there is no more room

But there is no more room

my dear old frnd

from the far far land

I sat in the auto before you could

look for another auto…you should

No room .No room…you fucking moron

shift on the railing or  its fire we set you on

(us) We got in first

(them)We got in  first

go find another one for you

or we punch you one or two

(us)Please  come Please come

be my guest, its you home

we all go together to rithala

with this auto walah

get drunk..or whatever its you wanna do

But your studs..and combed back hairdo

cant fear the crap out of us

coz we wont take the rtv bus

this..auto..here please use

but do not give us(me) a single bruise

I dont know you…you dont know us

lets go together….then we say “ab bas”

Woke up this morning…sipping my cup of coffee, I had just one thing on my mind, the  great ordeal that Mumbai had to go through ,had its penultimate hour, it was any time then…operation cyclone would come to a dramatic end. The end to the beseige unfortunately marked the begining of the most ironic day of my life. The three days of terror and now they ask me to cast my vote!

Since it was the first time I was going to cast my vote…and be a part of this democracy, I already had picked my candidate. I dont advertise my political views, but the whole episode turned me a true agnostic disbeliever of Democracy. I wanted someone…to just take over India…and do something about it. Terror…is the last thing they have in their minds. The ministry has brought nothing but shame to their respective offices. What India would with all 7.5% growth this government is talking of if we dont feel safe.  It makes me sad to say that the attack on parliament..a direct attack to our democracy..still awaits its judgement.

We die….We shout….We forget.

They rule…They pretend….They use

I think…this is the time…whn we should not forget. We must not forget what has been happening in India, We should not make them forget.

Survival of interests in a nation like India requires every citizen to be a part of vote bank. It is time…we create on more…the ones with their eyes open. The ones…who wont sit indifferent to all thats happening in the nation…the ones who would not shrug away from taking a fight..raising their voice.

I got my vote counted.

And I would be the first one to confront the representative…because this is what a democracy is all about.

I just had my Microprocessors paper…and with connections….I can just go on and on about various connections…..things can have in this mean mean world.

But I will talk about this thread..of studenthood…stronger than the sorority of best of the sisters…more fidel than the brotherhood of blood brothers…is the connection between a student.

“Mummy….me too hungry..can you make me something”

“I am really busy.. let me finish my work first”

“Let me lend a helping hand” (/// )

“Oh..that would be great. Would you just…write the total with pencil on the front page.”

And there…I started doing my math work (with the use of memory tool…CL got me !!)

“Mom…this guy has written…a full para…and you have not marked him”

“No No…you see…I did. There is a zero”

“You cant do this…its all correct”

“But its not what was asked in the paper”

“But….How does it matter….the guy spent hours muggin this…and he got that right. You must..you have to mark him”

SMiling…”Enough with…the help. I think…you better leave some things to teachers…. shouldnt you dear??”

And…I had to. I honestly…had felt that universal connection with the 10 year old guy…and I was advocating with on his behalf… I wish someone is doing the same…while my paper is being evaluated somewhere…..there.

“People…its not depression, it is Repression. ” says some Economist(whose name..I seem to slip) 

And I cannot agree more.

Economy…so it seems comes with an emergency eject button. Your chopper is crasing…or worse, press the eject button. You feel the free fall….scared to mother of all hell..land on ground..and start afresh. I think instead of blowing it up….a rough landing wont harm.

It is the chaining of the thumping, money crazed private parties who have failed ot foresee the unfortunate calmity we witness not ony on the wall street…but to a small shack on a far flung village in India.

SO Economy…sooner or later will be on a safe path. The lesser mortals like me…(who begin to understand the meaning of liquidity….only after it turned to ice)…we just go by the flow. Let biggies..have a control over it.

But what I have control over is my life….and it seems to be heading nowhere good. I wonder is my life is undergoing a phase of repression too??? I think yes.

Its time I quit…all the juvenille habits of mine and toughen up for some real action. I see people….(Why do I?) and they inspire me. But weary and dreary of all the insipiraitons…..what I have is a desperate urge to…to…I dont know what. May be…my biological cycles have triggered my panic mode…but the question is…will I….let my peanut brain take over for once….and for all…before I snck over it? Dont know. Time will tell. I wish I had worked a lil harder earlier in my life….

How often does it happen that you have some function so close to your home …that you can actually shout and tell the DJ to NOT to screw the playlist.?? Well..kindof too often for me…coz I have a smalll community park right across the window.

As far as the hosting functions in the parks adjacent ot my room is concerned…I have the following rules…]1.They should turn off the music after 10PM..No Exceptions.

2.Point 1 is  exempted as long as I am invited..and I decide to stay till..say post 10 PM.

The major reason for me ”permitting” people to enjoy what they have paid the tent walah for…is the free food. The free food…the famous “shaadi ka khana” has its own charm. you never cook such food at your home (Not that you cant….but we kinda need to watch out for that oil….) but I have been so used to gorge on the the free scoops of vanilla, free cuppa espressos, or the matar paneer (Which is like a competition….who gets the white gooey thing they call cottage cheese in the gravy covered by another layer of oil which seems to have solidified already.)

Except for greeting the hosts….(Coz…I had a perfect timing….I reached the spot..when food was open)..I greeted the the food instead!

I dont mind talking to people ..I do not meet that often, specially when they are eating. Coz that way…I can easily pretend…not to have understood them (coz..lets face it….you are putting anything in you mouth..at the same time). I recently met one such person..whom I have waved a lot of times…but we had spent 2 years with no actual conversation taking place between us.

“Hey”…she waved.

“Hi/ How are you”

“You…..have changed…a lot, I remember you from those tuition classes..you have lost weight havent you?”

“Really?? thnx. “

“So..how do you find engineering?”
“Pretty OK”

“five point someone…have you read it…? The book by Chetan Bhagat>..”

“Oh …who hasnt!”

“SO tell me….all that stuff in the book happens in real engineering colleges???”

(What did she mean?? lets see….smoked grass…NO, got drunk..NO,affair with prof’s daughter (N.A)..stripping naked NO)

“Yeah…Sure”

“Wow…I loved it..”

(Score!)

“Ya…so do I”

And then…her mom and I started to talk..bout….five point someone…

“Beta..is it the same kind of pressure…in DCE…as in 5.someone?”

“Not really. Stop 5 pointing me..ha ha ha”

“Crowd to accha hoga?”

(NO Better than SRCC….woohooo!!)

“Its OK I guess.”

Then to escape..drawing comparisons of Harish’s..(or was ut Lalit)…I had to sneak away…from that too well read family.

Dear Kingfisher Airlines…

I would like to bring to your notice that the “free” earphones you give away for “free” in your flights, I got to lay my hands on one of those pieces. I would like to register a complaint for the malfunctional earplugs you gave my very generous “aunty ji” who happens to live next to my flat.

That pair of earplugs could not survive my ultimate game of banging the earplugs(The plugs you put int your ear) against each other. I recently got to note the fact that one of the earplugs was not working properly when I left the external plastic casing in my ear and got the machinery left hanging with the wire in my hand. This could have been a Serious Choking Hazard.

I thereby request you…not to distribute “free” earphones you give away for “free” which have lopsided weight and mass distributions. Because when both sides of the plugs weigh equal, they certainly would survive my ultimate game of banging the earplugs(The plugs you put int your ear) against each other. And the good quality earphones would eventually make me ( Or ateast some neighbour of mine) a regular customer. I want to hold the record of having most of them…and I am 2 short of dozen.

Thanking you

Iago